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Lowriders

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    (Chorus)
    Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
    To all my soldiers, the street fighters
    We want no murder without your fire
    Lowriders we're getting higher

    (*Yeah being said several times*)

    (Pras)
    What, Wah!
    What, what, what
    What, what...

    Yo, yo stop holdin my things you got, not
    We're hot and you're not (yeah)
    We roll our hard rocks, sling cats with sling shots
    Come on (big cats they eat got) this... we got, lot
    (Due plan and due glock) drop dead and go Rock
    (What have and what now) who niggas who run the block
    Catchin you up in the barbershop, seein you on a mountain top
    Getting dropped and getting popped, you talk a lot, lot
    Laugh, rap a lot, lot sell the reefa to them kids
    Like a salesman on a car lot I hold my own weight
    Like the skill I've tried to tip my skills but it falls it out
    Do like the Blazer (????) on trail Praswell, rock well
    Tryin to make a hood rat do well, something's up like Maxwell(Wah!)

    (Chorus)
    Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
    To all my soldiers, the street fighters
    We want no murder without your fire
    Lowriders we're getting higher

    So you wanna be a player?
    We can do it up a layer, shoot and listen to Joe
    Now feel the blow you don't be a player no more
    Like the same thing said Eat your hoe
    Like Jane without your name, bring cause the name is nice
    And the fame going in tight, I get hit from Frigga
    Love Terega, good type of trickin ass nigga, got a name withprice
    And the tint is big, (I'm on the eighteen) Mack 11 grown
    The space is bigger than your dome, hit you like (Chaperone)
    This mag is on, let me rock on, (crack of dawn)
    Now bag to home towards Texas, (bought a new Lexus)
    And it goes Shane Green, can't be a nigga whole scene with thewalkin cream
    (Drop a dollar bill y'all), causin team, most illin team
    It's a nineteen bionic eighteen, to the eighteen makin thatcream, checkin that cream
    Cause the walls can tangle when y'all die, so gotta do withCharlie's angel
    Cause ya down with me this man ain't... with those, a pose yes'stake no's
    Cause ya got us some clothes and those what I hate cause the...shows
    Its cool cats y'all rip the moves pull out the Tech here,don't... knows
    Got something y'all tryin to see six of those
    Y'all really see women I'm sick of...

    (Pras)
    What, Wah!
    What, Wah!

    Y'all foes move I heat it up I'm high of life now heat it up
    You niggaz get stuck for your dough and grips
    See Mister don't care who you go against
    Cause half of them niggas you rollin with they hear my name andcall it quits
    Had them niggas wanderin if I'm gonna come with the guns again
    See ammo die with A&M with game on lock at seven and
    Made them stop there rappin when which you show this clappinend

    Hoes wanted Praswell, hate on us, might as well
    Back and against got clientele why you studio gangster's lyinwell
    Mad we be, E&T, MTV you endin me
    Peter stand back cause they're love to hate y'all
    Cause we swell like Tony Draper, wish one more totin by thevapors
    I'ma bout to treat y'all by the capers, high em, pull em how it'sdone
    ... with the Camp, we number one, what, what, what

    (Chorus)
    Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
    To all my soldiers, the street fighters
    We want no murder without your fire
    Lowriders we're getting higher

    Yo, yo I sold a hundred carriers while I was sleppin, creepin,twelve o' peepin
    Leapin, Quantum, usual like my ton of money can be where I'mfrom
    ET bon, number one, come along, pass it on, Brooklyn
    True rappers and is why you front on finders
    No one is see why they feel so free yo Refugee can on
    Her life or knots, more cuffs than crooked cops
    I ran with a full style boat deed, who you with, then go again
    I spit brace when you crash your wigs, speculate a part...
    Listen, test your full clip don't like getting...
    We on top you ride in the pit, money to make, titles to take
    Hurry up fore it be too late yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah,yeeeeeeaaaaaaahhhh!

    (Chorus)
    Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
    To all my soldiers, the street fighters
    We want no murder without your fire
    Lowriders we're getting higher
    Lowriders, we'll shove your lighters
    To all my soldiers, the street fighters
    We want no murder without your fire
    Lowriders we're getting higher



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